see you.”
Don’t see him. If you do the meager progress you’ve made in trying to get over him will be blown to hell. Don’t go backwards. “You can call me tomorrow.”
“Yes I can but I’m in your lobby now.”
“Now is not a good time for me.”
“Are you alone?”
How was that any of his business? “Yes.”
“I need to see you tonight. Please.”
“I just got out the shower. I haven’t even had time to dry off and put on my night clothes.”
“I’ve already seen you nude,” he reminded me.
His words conjured up memories of feeling his big warm hands on my naked flesh and his lips on mine as his cock pumped in and out of my pussy. And even though I knew his interest didn’t extend beyond sex, I wanted to see him. I wanted us both naked and aroused in my apartment. I wanted to close my eyes and savor the delight of having his thick shaft stretching me again.
I should have stood my ground and refused to see him but the fear that I might never see him again if I did drove my decision. I hung up the phone and pushed the buzzer to release the lobby door.
I probably should have put on perfume and makeup. Instead, I stood by the entrance door with a hand pressed against my chest, struggling to hold tears of relief at bay when he rang the bell outside my door.
I took a long deep breath. “Yes?”
“It’s Anderson.”
I took another deep breath, opened the door, and stepped back.
He entered quickly, closing the door behind him.
Keeping my eyes tear free proved difficult when he placed a dozen roses on the hall table.
He leaned against the door. “I thought I was okay with our not seeing each other again.”
“And or should I ask but?”
“I saw you with him and I…I felt…the thought of his touching you and making love to you…I need to hit the reset button. Let’s start again.”
I blinked. “That was weeks ago when you saw me with Rick and in case you forgot, you ruined my relationship with him.”
“I’m very glad to hear that but I saw you tonight with yet another man.”
Yet another man? Anyone listening to him would think I was a whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed. I frowned. “Tonight? You saw me tonight? Where?”
“At the restaurant.
“I didn’t see you.”
“I know. You were clearly too wrapped up in him to even notice that there were other men in the restaurant!”
I stared at him, surprised at the hostility in his voice. “And I suppose you were there alone?”
“No.”
My having dinner with another man bothered him—even while he was out with another woman? Same shit. Different day.
“But when I saw you with him…”
“What?”
“When I saw you with him, I felt as if…” He took a deep breath. “I can’t handle you sleeping with other men. I thought I could but I can’t.”
The admission choked me up. “Where does that leave us, Anderson?”
“I don’t know.”
“Has your view on commitment changed?”
He shook his head. “I can’t say it has.”
“Neither has mine so I don’t know why you’re here.”
“I told you why I’m here. I want to start again. Can we do that?”
What was the point of starting again when nothing had changed for either one of us? “That wouldn’t make much sense.”
“I know but let’s do it anyway.”
I shook my head. ”Anderson—”
“Nothing I’ve done since meeting you has made much sense but that’s the plan, Narena. We’re going to try again,” he said.
He spoke as if the matter was already decided. I sighed. “Anderson—”
“We can talk later. Right now I need you.”
I shook my head. The only thing my hopping into bed with him had accomplished was his thinking I should gladly dispense as much free milk as he wanted. But he clearly wanted more free milk. Thank God. And you’re going to give it to him.
“We both know what’s going to happen so why waste time with useless denials?”
“Because sex first and talking later doesn’t really work for us.”
“I
Don’t see him. If you do the meager progress you’ve made in trying to get over him will be blown to hell. Don’t go backwards. “You can call me tomorrow.”
“Yes I can but I’m in your lobby now.”
“Now is not a good time for me.”
“Are you alone?”
How was that any of his business? “Yes.”
“I need to see you tonight. Please.”
“I just got out the shower. I haven’t even had time to dry off and put on my night clothes.”
“I’ve already seen you nude,” he reminded me.
His words conjured up memories of feeling his big warm hands on my naked flesh and his lips on mine as his cock pumped in and out of my pussy. And even though I knew his interest didn’t extend beyond sex, I wanted to see him. I wanted us both naked and aroused in my apartment. I wanted to close my eyes and savor the delight of having his thick shaft stretching me again.
I should have stood my ground and refused to see him but the fear that I might never see him again if I did drove my decision. I hung up the phone and pushed the buzzer to release the lobby door.
I probably should have put on perfume and makeup. Instead, I stood by the entrance door with a hand pressed against my chest, struggling to hold tears of relief at bay when he rang the bell outside my door.
I took a long deep breath. “Yes?”
“It’s Anderson.”
I took another deep breath, opened the door, and stepped back.
He entered quickly, closing the door behind him.
Keeping my eyes tear free proved difficult when he placed a dozen roses on the hall table.
He leaned against the door. “I thought I was okay with our not seeing each other again.”
“And or should I ask but?”
“I saw you with him and I…I felt…the thought of his touching you and making love to you…I need to hit the reset button. Let’s start again.”
I blinked. “That was weeks ago when you saw me with Rick and in case you forgot, you ruined my relationship with him.”
“I’m very glad to hear that but I saw you tonight with yet another man.”
Yet another man? Anyone listening to him would think I was a whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed. I frowned. “Tonight? You saw me tonight? Where?”
“At the restaurant.
“I didn’t see you.”
“I know. You were clearly too wrapped up in him to even notice that there were other men in the restaurant!”
I stared at him, surprised at the hostility in his voice. “And I suppose you were there alone?”
“No.”
My having dinner with another man bothered him—even while he was out with another woman? Same shit. Different day.
“But when I saw you with him…”
“What?”
“When I saw you with him, I felt as if…” He took a deep breath. “I can’t handle you sleeping with other men. I thought I could but I can’t.”
The admission choked me up. “Where does that leave us, Anderson?”
“I don’t know.”
“Has your view on commitment changed?”
He shook his head. “I can’t say it has.”
“Neither has mine so I don’t know why you’re here.”
“I told you why I’m here. I want to start again. Can we do that?”
What was the point of starting again when nothing had changed for either one of us? “That wouldn’t make much sense.”
“I know but let’s do it anyway.”
I shook my head. ”Anderson—”
“Nothing I’ve done since meeting you has made much sense but that’s the plan, Narena. We’re going to try again,” he said.
He spoke as if the matter was already decided. I sighed. “Anderson—”
“We can talk later. Right now I need you.”
I shook my head. The only thing my hopping into bed with him had accomplished was his thinking I should gladly dispense as much free milk as he wanted. But he clearly wanted more free milk. Thank God. And you’re going to give it to him.
“We both know what’s going to happen so why waste time with useless denials?”
“Because sex first and talking later doesn’t really work for us.”
“I
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